The Sicilian's Surprise Love-Child. Carol Marinelli

bold colour,’ Vincenzo objected. ‘A touch too bold, perhaps?’

      ‘I don’t agree that it is too bold; it is, in fact, quite plain,’ Aurora refuted, then cocked her head to the side.

      Nico watched as her knowing eyes weighed up Vincenzo.

      ‘Are you worried that it might clash with your red hair?’

      ‘Of course not…’ Vincenzo was flustered and smoothed said red hair down.

      ‘Because,’ Aurora continued, ‘we could have bespoke shades on the same theme, with Persian Orange being the main one.’

      ‘Bespoke shades…?’ Vincenzo checked.

      And Nico watched silently as his marketing manager warmed to his new assistant’s idea, and watched, too, Aurora’s small, self-satisfied smile as of course she got her way.

      Heaven help Vincenzo, Nico thought, trying to manage her. Because Aurora could not be managed nor contained.

      She was as Sicilian as Mount Etna, as volatile as the volcano it was famous for, and she could not be beguiled or easily charmed. She was perceptive and assiduous and…

      And he refused to give in to her ways.

      ‘I’ll consider it,’ Nico said.

      ‘Consider it?’ Aurora checked. ‘But what is there to consider when it’s perfect?’

      ‘There is plenty to consider,’ Nico snapped. ‘Next.’

      It had been scheduled as a thirty-minute meeting but in the end it took sixty-three—and of course it did not end there.

      As Marianna disappeared for a quick restroom break, and Nico attempted to stalk off, Aurora caught up with him. ‘I wonder if we could speak? I have an idea.’

      ‘It has all been said in the meeting.’

      ‘This isn’t about the uniforms. I have another idea for the Silibri hotel.’

      ‘Then speak with Vincenzo, your manager.’

      ‘Why would I share my idea with him?’

      ‘Because I don’t generally deal with assistants.’

      Aurora felt his cool, snobbish dismissal and told him so. ‘It is spring, Nico, and the sun is shining—yet you are so cold that when I stand near you I shiver.’

      ‘Then get a coat! Aurora, let me make something very clear—and this is a conversation that you can repeat to all your colleagues. You are here for a week of training to find out how I like things done and how I want my hotel to operate. You’re not here for little chats and suggestions, and catch-ups and drinks. I did not build a hotel in Silibri to expand my social life.’

      Nico wanted this conversation to be over.

      ‘You are shadowing Marianna for the rest of the day?’ he checked.

       ‘Sì?’

      ‘Then what are you doing standing in mine?’

       CHAPTER TWO

      DAMN YOU, NICO!

      How much clearer could he have made it that he did not want her near him? He could not have been more horrible had he tried.

      As Nico stalked off Aurora wanted to be done with her feelings for him. To shed them. To discard them. To stamp her foot on them and kick them to the kerb. She was tired of them and bone-weary from this unrequited love.

      ‘Aurora.’ Marianna had found her. ‘We need to talk. Or rather, you need to listen.’

      ‘I already know what you’re going to say.’

      But she was told anyway.

      A little more decorum and a lot less sass, or she would be shadowing the bottle-washer for the rest of the week.

      And while Aurora understood what was being said, she just did not know how to squeeze herself into the box demanded of her. Or how not to be herself when she was near Nico.

      ‘Hello, husband,’ she had used to greet him teasingly when, as a young girl, she had opened the door to him.

      He would shake his head and roll his eyes at the precocious child who constantly fought for his smile and attention. ‘Your father says he wants some firewood chopped,’ Nico would respond.

      Yet, as much as he’d dismiss her, she would still sit and watch him chop firewood, and her heart would bleed when he took off his top and she saw a new bruise or a gash on his back.

      How could Geo do that to him?

      How could anyone hate Nico so?

      Then he would look over, and sometimes he would smile rather than scowl at his devoted audience. And her day would be made.

      Nico hadn’t broken her heart when he had first left Silibri—after all, she had only been ten then—though for a while she had cried herself to sleep at night.

      No, the heartbreak had occurred on one of his rare trips home, when Aurora had been sixteen.

      Her heart had sung, just at knowing he was home, and then one afternoon he had spoken at length with her father behind closed doors. She had assumed they were drinking the grappa her father had saved for this very day.

      And then Nico had come out and asked if she’d like to take a walk. She had quickly washed her face and hands and scrubbed her nails, so her hands would look pretty for the ring. And she had brushed her teeth for she had wanted to taste fresh for her first kiss.

      They had walked down the hill and around the old monastery, but instead of heading to the ancient temple ruins, Aurora’s favourite place, Nico had suggested they take the steps down the cliff to the beach.

      ‘Our fathers are very old fashioned…’ Nico had said as they walked on the deserted sands.

      ‘Yes!’ Aurora had beamed, for she had known he had just been speaking with hers.

      ‘They try to make decisions for us.’

      She’d felt the first prickle of warning that this conversation might not be going as she had long hoped. ‘They do,’ she had rather carefully agreed.

      ‘Aurora, I stopped allowing my father to dictate to me a long time ago.’

      ‘I know he is difficult. I know you hate him. But—’

      ‘Aurora,’ he broke in. ‘I can’t see myself ever marrying. I don’t want to have a family. I want freedom…’

      It had been the worst moment of her life.

      ‘Aurora!’

      Marianna’s voice broke in on her painful reminiscence.

      ‘Are you even listening to what I’m saying?’

      ‘Of course,’ Aurora said. She hadn’t been listening, but she could guess very well what Marianna had said. ‘Don’t worry, I…’ She gave a slow nod, took a deep breath and made a vow—not just to Marianna but also to herself. ‘I will not embarrass myself again.’

      Aurora was done with Nico Caruso.

      For eight years she had loved him in secret.

      A whole third of her life!

      Well, no more.

      It was time to snuff out the torch she carried.

      She would be calm and distant and professional if she ever saw him again.

      ‘I didn’t mean you to take it like that…’ Marianna gave her first kind smile. ‘Nico is a wonderful boss, but he’s no one’s friend. Just remember